Those five chanical spiders surrounded the two humanoid units in a pentagram formation, continuously scanning the surroundings. Lynn could even clearly see the circular screens on their heads, flickering with streams of green light.
"Flesh life detection device activated—target building retrieval scan in progress—"
"Scan complete—no anomalous fluctuations detected—"
"Switching target—second area detection initiated—"
"Warning—flesh life fluctuations detected—highest directive in effect—eliminate—"
Along with the waves of cold, chanical voices.
Almost in that instant.
One of the chanical spiders suddenly turned its head 180 degrees, facing the direction where Lynn and White Night were hiding. The light on its head screen imdiately shifted from green to a flashing red.
Lynn's heart instantly tightened.
But White Night imdiately pressed down on his wrist, his eyes flickering as he shook his head slightly.
And almost in the next mont.
*Whoosh—*
A searing-hot ray suddenly erupted from the chanical spider's gun barrel, grazing over their heads and shooting into the sky.
Accompanied by a shrill, drawn-out cry.
A deford bird, its entire body burning, plumted from the high altitude above the black fog and crashed heavily behind Lynn and White Night.
"Life signs zero—elimination directive deactivated—"
As the synthetic chanical voice sounded, the red light on that chanical spider also changed back to green. Its gun barrel deford and retracted back into its chanical body.
Lynn: "..."
White Night: "..."
[Ding! You have obtained Roast at x10]
Lynn took a bite of the roasted bird leg in his hand, handing the other one to White Night beside him, frowning as he chewed.
"Seeing it truly is different from just hearing about it. They won't even spare a carefree little bird just passing by. Their hostility towards flesh-and-blood creatures is indeed notorious. It's really too cruel."
White Night took a bite of the bird leg, his eyes flickering.
"Now you should understand, right? Because of their extrely xenophobic ideology, the chanical Cult is impossible to communicate with. This is basically how they treat flesh-and-blood creatures: one shot, and if you're not dead, they give you another. Flesh-and-blood creatures are already the second most despised life form to them."
"What's the first?" Lynn handed him a bottle of beer.
"The first is a mixture of flesh and machinery. That kind of hybrid is seen by them as a severe desecration of pure machinery."
White Night took a deep sip.
The two of them ate their roast at, once again vigilantly peering through the crack in the wall at the chanical squad on the street.
"They're close. They've already stepped into the Flesh and Blood Cult's ambush circle. It seems they haven't detected the ambushers underground."
Lynn swallowed his roast at, saying warily,
"How many ambushers are there?"
"At least fifty, including several heavy units."
"Nearly eight tis the numbers. Then isn't this chanical squad dood?"
White Night shook his head, his gaze deeply fixed on the direction of the street.
"No, it's not that simple. Just watch. If the Flesh and Blood Cult's ambush can achieve an effect in the first stage, blocking their link to the Main Leader, then they still have a chance of winning."
"But if not..."
On the street.
The seven chanical units slowly continued their advance.
Under the howling wind, rolling black fog swept in wisps along the ground, stirring up clouds of dust from the street.
"Target area confird—security level: primary."
"Beacon launch site can be established—directive—deploy chanical sentry towers x5, primary psychic suppression device x1—regional outpost establishnt—"
Accompanied by the synthetic chanical voice.
One of the chanical spiders suddenly transford. Its chanical limbs clicked and clacked, flipping and morphing into a base supporting the ground. Its body slowly unfolded from the middle, a launcher gradually rising from within its body.
White Night narrowed his eyes. "They're about to move!"
Almost the mont White Night finished speaking, Lynn imdiately saw cracks appearing one after another on the street's ground.
And simultaneously, the green light in the eyes of all the chanical Units on alert instantly changed to a crimson glow.
"Warning—detecting a large number of anomalous flesh fluctuations—target location—underground—"
But it was already too late.
With a loud boom, the ground beneath their feet exploded. Massive tentacles burst through the rock from underground with a *whoosh*, launching a fierce assault on them in an instant.
And Lynn also saw imdiately.
Almost as those tentacles pierced up from the ground, strange creatures composed entirely of flesh cysts and two legs began to erge from the ground in all directions.
Their bodies split open into foul-slling, gaping maws, suddenly letting out sharp, piercing shrieks.
"Warning—information transmission severely disrupted—electron flow showing anomalous disturbance—link to Main Leader interrupted—"
"Adaptive field activated—current adaptation progress 1%...5%...10%..."
And almost simultaneously with those shrieks.
Two massive, intestine-like, writhing giant creatures suddenly erged from the ground. Imdiately after, one flesh-and-blood humanoid after another surged out from the giant "intestines" as if being birthed.
"Kill! Destroy these piles of scrap tal! End the battle within three minutes!"
Accompanied by those roars.
Those naked flesh-and-blood humanoids charged towards the chanical squad like wild beasts.
While running, the muscles on their bodies began to writhe and shift. So grew huge wings, so had their arms transform into sharp flesh-and-blood blades, and so developed large, undulating cysts on their jaws, opening their mouths to spew out vicious green acid.
All of this happened within a brief span of less than five seconds.
"Large number of flesh lifeforms locked—highest priority directive issued—lifeform elimination—"
Under Lynn's watchful gaze.
The chanical squad dispersed with unimaginable reaction speed.
The firearms in the hands of the two chanical humanoids aid and fired almost instantly.
*Bang bang bang bang bang bang—*
Bullets propelled by high energy, precise as if with auto-aim, each one striking the heads or chests of those flesh-and-blood humanoids.
Under the baptism of bullets, the bodies of those flesh-and-blood humanoids exploded with large craters one after another.
The power of those bullets was imnse; almost two hits were enough to blast a flesh-and-blood humanoid into pieces.
But terrifyingly.
Even when blasted into minced at by the bullets, those flesh-and-blood humanoids still weren't dead. Instead, they rapidly aggregated, swiftly reconstructing their forms once again.
*Boom—*
A trendous crash.
A massive tentacle slamd heavily onto the body of one chanical humanoid.
Accompanied by a flash of a blue, hive-shaped shield that shattered instantly, the chanical humanoid was sent flying dozens of ters by the trendous force. The mont it landed, nurous flesh-and-blood serpents suddenly grew from the ground beneath it, tightly binding its chanical body.
*Sssssss—*
From the body of the chanical humanoid bound by those flesh-and-blood serpents ca the sound of tal being lted.
"Converting to lee Mode—plasma sword activating—eliminate—"
In an instant, the chanical humanoid looked up.
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